"You see. You see for yourself," repeated the sutler, pointing as he spoke to the pack which he was carrying upon his back. "What have you in that pack?" "Somedings to sell." "What?" "Many dings." "I shouldn't think you would have anybody to sell these things to, now that both armies are so near." "It is von beeg drouble," said Levi, shaking his head. "Dere vas no chance. Eferybody cares not for mine laces--" "'Laces!' I should think this would be the last place in the world where you could sell such things as that," broke in Noel. "What do people down here want of laces, especially when they are likely to be caught between the two armies any time?" "I lose money efery day," said Levi, disconsolately. "Why do you stay, then?" demanded Noel. "If you cannot make any money, you certainly don't stay here for pleasure, do you?" "But," protested Levi, spreading both hands as he spoke, "a man has to live, ain't it?" "Levi, I believe you have lots of money," said Noel soberly. "Nein! No! Not von penny." "Then how can you live if you are losing money every day? You must have something on which to draw." "But I must live," protested Levi. "I must get some money. Perhaps I don't got it to-day, maybe I gets it to-morrow." "Where have you been, Levi, since you left camp?" "I haf been just vere you sees me. I haf been to efery house, but nobody buys mine laces. I dinks vot I haf to go North pretty soon. Nobody here has any money." "Have you seen anything of Stuart's cavalry?" The quick side glance which Levi gave him, although the eyes of the little Jew were instantly turned away again, was not lost upon Noel. Always suspicious of the little sutler, he had now become sure that there were more than suspicions upon which his fears rested. "Who vas Stuart's cavalry?" Noel laughed, but did not reply to the question. "Haf you seen somedings of dot Irishmans?" inquired the peddler. "What Irishman?" "Dot young Irishmans vot tormented me. He upsets mine tent. He makes der poys turn over mine trunks. He steals vot is mine, vot is mine!" The fierce anger of the little Jew was almost pathetic, and despite his declaration, Noel was aware that much justice, perhaps, was in his complaint, in spite of the fact that he had charged the boys of the regiment exorbitant prices for his poor and cheap supplies. "Do you mean Dennis O'Hara?" asked Noel quickly. "Dat vas it. Dat vas his name,--Dennis. Haf you seen him maybe?" "No, I haven't. Have you?" "How should I see him?" inquired Levi. "I haf leave der camp. I haf nodings more to do mit der soldiers. I goes now from house to house." "Have you seen him?" again asked Noel. "I'm telling you," protested the sutler. "I don't go vere de Yankee soldiers be." "If you don't look out the Yankee soldiers will come where you are."